Reaper's Word

Clair passed out with Isaiah's words ringing in her head. Why was he being so harsh with them? Where had he taken her? She woke sometime later, looking up. It appeared that the sun was about to set. Her head was a little sore but otherwise she felt okay.

Everything that happened came back to her, well most of it. She recalled Isaiah taking her to a bathroom. That he'd told her not to leave this room. She sat up feeling a bit chilled and realized she had no clothes. She pulled the covers from the large bed and wrapped herself in them. She didn't want to go looking in here for clothes.

The bedroom area had a large four poster bed in it. Which was against one wall. The end facing the sliding wooden doors and the rest of the room. In here were two doors. One that went to a bathroom and the other a closet. The room past the bedroom area had a huge fireplace and a very long sofa in the center. The ceiling was mainly windows, and to her left was a door. The only one in the stone walls and to the right was a round alcove with window seats.

Clair moved over to them and sat down pulling her feet up and the blanket closer to her. This room felt like Isaiah. It was where he stayed when nowhere else in the house. She knew without a doubt that this part of the house would act for him, not her. When she'd looked at the door, the oppressive feeling that hit her felt like a crushing weight. She knew she would regret trying to even touch the door. This part of the house was not her friend.

She looked at the darkening grounds from her seat. From here the entire yard was visible toward the gravel road that brought people to their death. The mountains a backdrop. She thought to try and leave again. Inside she knew that if she did it would cause something far worse then she would face shortly. She'd rather face it head on, not like a coward. Besides, what was she waiting for anyways? Living a couple more days until he caught her again? Right now she didn't want to feel like this anymore or trying. She wasn't sure if it was all her, the drug or a mix.

She heard the door open a short bit later as she was lost in her thoughts. She kept looking out the window. A helplessness settling in her. She didn't think that she was going to be leaving this room alive. She closed her eyes for a moment pushing back the tears and anguish.

She'd done so well and to now lose because someone had gotten a stupid idea in his head. It all just felt hopeless at that moment. No reason to prolong it she guessed so she hadn't tried to run this time. Maybe it also had to do with whatever she'd been stuck with, but not completely she knew it.

Clair finally turned her head and looked over to where Isaiah was standing. Near the end of the sofa farthest from her. He was watching her, from here she couldn't tell if his eyes had color or not, but he didn't feel upset or angry. More relieved, excited.

"Come here Clair." He spoke after a moment and she looked up at him.

"If I say no?"

"It's your choice as to how I deal with you." Clair kept the blanket around her and stood, moving over to him. She stayed about five feet from him and looked at him. He pointed for her to move up the steps to the bedroom area and she turned, figuring she'd rather walk than be dragged.

He followed behind her removing his shirt and dropping it. The top of his pants were undone but he didn't take them off yet. Clair turned looking at him, her gaze taking him in. Even if he'd been human she'd have had no hope of even trying to fight him. He was solid muscle, his arms chest and stomach defined by it. It was deceptive when he wore clothes as he looked to be more slender than he was.

"I have a proposition for you Clair."

"It's going to be the last one isn't it?" She asked not wanting to be played with. Not wanting any false hope no matter if it would make her feel better.

"I guess to be fair. I already told you that this one has never been truly fulfilled. I've yet to meet one here that even comes close." Isaiah looked at her, she looked small and terrified with the blanket wrapped around her hiding her body from view. He let her have the small moment to feel an illusion of safety. As it was clear she was ready to face her end.

"Then what is it you'd have of me?" She asked and he stepped forward and took hold of her chin, forcing her face up to look at him. She didn't flinch away and she looked at him. There was this real deeper excitement he felt at how her gaze met his. She didn't look truly afraid in that moment. Maybe anxious nor did she flinch from his touch. She was something.

"I want you Clair. I could have you without giving you anything but I feel that an incentive makes it better. Drop the blanket Clair." She hesitated for a moment and let go of it. This allowed him to step closer to her, and there was panic in her eyes then but also a cold determination. He lowered his head his cheek brushing hers as he moved his mouth next to her ear. He inhaled just for a moment to take her scent in.

"If you can fully satisfy me Clair I will give you one week free of me and mine. Immunity from any real harm we might cause you. You would be free to go anywhere in the house that you please. Take or do anything you please from it."

"So much for one thing." She said with an unsteady voice. "And all I have to do is give myself to you. Let you do to me as you please to my body?" She didn't know what she could possibly do differently than any other before her, but there wasn't much of a choice. Either she took it, or she didn't have a chance no matter how slim. Obviously they were talking sex. She was not experienced in it, she had no idea what he was expecting.

"Yes." He felt the anticipation build in his body. He didn't doubt that she would do a very good job in pleasing him, just not completely. She would let him do what he wanted, or what he told her. He was sure of it. That other part of him, what he really was, was impossible to satisfy it seemed. It just didn't like any of the females. It had found Athena pleasing, but she fit the bill perfectly. Clair felt very similar yet different. So his inhuman side was paying attention.

"Okay." She said feeling tears choking her. She was going to let him use her so she could live. So she could have a few moments of peace. God how she wished to be anywhere but here. Anywhere but this moment in time where she felt that she had finally sunk to her lowest. She never thought she'd say yes to a man like this, that was for sure.

removed his pants stepping from them. His mouth moving to hers and tasting the sweet tang of it. He lifted his mouth looking at her, she met his gaze briefly. He slid his hands up

to the bed and coming over her. She scooted back and he followed over her. His gaze moved over her body. He gripped her left hip, stopping her from moving anymore. He brought his gaze back up to

Good, the more willing she was, the better it was for both of them. He couldn’t honestly remember ever feeling

so she would have something to hold onto. To focus on and make her body respond. She was very glad for her talent to sense what others were feeling. She let it affect her this time. It was strong, his want, need, and arousal. It was shocking in its intensity enough that her own body responded to it. She didn't expect him to feel that excited or aroused by her. She wasn't special and it wasn't like he couldn't do this to anyone. She was sure he wasn't deprived,

gaze this time because it was something he wanted. Whatever he wanted, silent or not, she was going to do she decided. She had

Clair cried out into his mouth in pain. She hadn't expected such a sharp slicing and burning pain. It hurt horribly. He was a large man and she wasn't exactly one hundred percent aroused. More scared than anything

used that to make her body relax. Nothing that he did not want and she kept her senses feeling what he desired. He reached a hand between them touching her near where they were joined and she jumped. An unexpected moan coming from her. She felt his joy from that, along with her own body's reaction which she was glad for. Fighting it would just make it

He brought his body back into hers rather forcefully but not as harshly as the first time. Clair couldn't help but gasp as he did this. He'd moved his

watch her. So she didn't look away from him. His body moving faster in hers. She felt the need to touch him suddenly. She was aware that just laying there wasn't going to satisfy him the way he probably wanted. Clair moved slightly, bending one

Her hand moved up his chest to the side of his neck opposite of where her mouth skimmed. She slid her tongue up the side of his neck just

him. She bit her lip slightly for a second. He was so forceful and intense, but a twisted part of her was starting to take pleasure from it. Her body really was starting to respond now. Her breathing odd and the harder feel of his body against her brought an awareness into her that she hadn't had before. She felt a thick wet rush and she was so happy for it. It let this feel better for her, let him

A dark sound deep in his throat. Clair lightly bit the side of his neck. She didn't know if she did right or wrong, but his hands came up and slammed her down to the mattress. She just did what she felt she should, what she felt he'd want. It was what she was to

deep hard strokes. Really deep,

a tight coil, and her womb clenching. What scared her most was that if she didn't feel the initial

with unless they said it was okay as it was direct harm. Her body was so tight. It gripped him hard, milking him as he rode her. She moved her hips encouraging him on. She felt so damn good. So right below him like she fit there, and he enjoyed it immensely. Her slick hot channel just grew more so. Growing wet and clearly bagging him to use her. This was what he'd

he gripped her. Didn't feel like he could move fast enough nor get deep enough and it was maddening. Her body was a perfect haven to slam his into. Her sweet little gasps or moans were music to his ears. He

gut to clench. His body just swelled a bit more. She made the softest sounds, each time he entered her forcing her to take all of him. It was pleasing to hear and her body was so sweet. His own felt like it was nearly in pain it was so aroused.

how he should be able to. He wanted every goddamn part of Clair, hated that he couldn’t. One hand dug into her

believe his ears. He didn't think that he'd heard her right. The fact that she seemed to

one

Clair."

but she didn't complain or pull away. In fact she held his head to her with one hand. Hot blood filled his mouth, and she cried out arching against him. He moved an arm to hold her body like that, pressed tightly to him. Her reaction was incredibly satisfying. He loved the feel of her body pressed up along his. Her hips pressed harshly to his and her soft breasts against his chest. She was a perfect little female in his opinion. Her body gripping his like tight silk just added to it. He wanted more

came. Her tight slick heat already wet and gripping him so nicely grew more so. Nearly painfully tight, and he felt the first wave of his orgasm. His human side was sated by her coming for him. But he was still hard. Still in need but his movements slowed slightly. She really did feel amazing to him, more

head because he couldn't take anymore of her rich sweet blood than he had without crossing a line yet. He felt the need to stop. That he wouldn't get much more from her. He was so used to this being where it ended and no matter what he did or tried he'd be left with the hard on. Besides, the thought of taking

one suddenly do that, or be aggressive with him. It caused a sharp anger in him. Like she had a say

who was supposed to please, she was. Clair wanted to learn a lesson did she? He took hold of her hip lifting her. Moving a little faster again at her voice. He didn't like the tone she used. She didn't decide what he did or how. She'd please him how he saw

far to tight and she felt so amazing below him. He wondered just how hard he could take her. Use her without breaking her. The thought made his body painful and the craving just

pleasure. I haven't yet." Clair kept her tone flat like she could care less. Like what he did didn't matter. Inside though she was torn. She felt like she was up on the highest high. Her body was in pain and pleasure at the same time. Felt like another knot was forming low in her

the moment but if he stopped it was over. She felt the part of him that was far different at the surface. That was the part she knew she needed to please. He took hold of her hair and pulled her head back to stare at her.

scream, be it pleasure or pain." He wasn't nice about taking her. Not that he'd been before but even less so now. The tips of his nails dug into her. Holding

it. He was rough, she reached behind her to take hold of one wrung on the head board as she nearly slid into it. Clair really did cry out this time from her orgasm. She didn't think you could be in this

He demanded and her stomach clenched. She

not with the way he brought them together. He was marking her in a way she hadn't been before. She'd never forget the feeling of him against her or in her she knew

her lower body from the mattress. She tipped her head back coming again she felt hot tears run down her face but she called

was a tightness to his body. After a moment a slight shiver going down his spine. His muscles relaxing a bit. He was breathing harshly and so was she. He dropped his head slightly and brought one hand to

Clair." She closed her eyes at the words. They were a relief to hear yet